The thing about Gerard Way, was that he was incredibly easy to hate. And the other thing about Gerard Way, was that he was incredibly easy to love.

And the both combined was really quite a predicament.

He was though, unimaginably predictable, and it didn't even take two minutes after I'd stepped over the threshold of the woods until I found myself face to face with the fiery haired smoker, and it was apparent that I was predictable too by the knowing smirk I was instantly met with.

It was irritating of course, but I think just how good he looked countered that out, and despite the fact that was probably the most shallow thing I could have said, it didn't seem to faze me at all. Gerard Way was just unfairly pretty and that was that.

Also, he was of course a massive arsehole. That being taken for granted.

"Nice day at school, Frankie?" He greeted me with a growing smirk, tapping his cigarette ash onto the ground in a manner that would have really bothered me if I wasn't quite so in love with him, unfortunately, I really was and it was slowly tearing both my heart and my morals away from my flash from bone.

"Surprise party." I started with, grabbing his attention immediately with the subject matter, eliminating the possibility of him somehow managing to drag my attention elsewhere with endless flirtations of a certainly sexual nature, because that's how things happened when Gerard Way had some influence towards them.

"'Gerard's idea'." I quoted Mikey, watching as his expression contorted into one of utter irritation - this was amusing, to put it as sadistically as I'd like to.

"Mikey's." Gerard brushed it off, pushing a strand of red hair behind his ear and focusing on the steady flow of nicotine clouds he released from his lips.

"I don't want a party, Gerard." I approached him, leaning against the same tree as him and practically inhaling the very smoke he exhaled, which sounded really fucking bad for me, but in my mind, Gerard was the only good thing that had ever happened to me in what seemed like forever now, so really, you couldn't blame me for wanting to cling to him, even if it was in a mildly creepy manner.

"I want to make you feel special, Frankie, and it's your eighteenth, you're an adult now... you need to celebrate in an adult manner - trust me, there's no pass the parcel involved." He winked at me, leaving to remind myself of the rumours I'd heard as a kid as to what games teenagers played at parties, and more importantly, what teenagers did at parties.

And much to what I assumed would be my younger self's disappointment, I'd never been to one single party throughout the entirety of my teenager years. Perhaps it was best I went to one at the very least, and even if it was my own, and even if I was so sad we just ended up playing pass the parcel.

"I just want to spend the day with you, Gee." I admitted, knowing what I really meant - I wanted to fuck him, I wanted him to fuck me. That really did sound slutty though, so I gave that one a miss, but that in no way affected the truth that lay in the front of my mind.

I didn't want a party - I didn't want friends or presents or even cake, I just wanted to laze around in bed with Gerard, whilst he smokes and I make stupid jokes, and we'll watch stupid eighties movies in the day and get under the covers at night, but nothing is ever quite that perfect, so think perhaps I'll settle for pass the parcel.

"The night you'll be spending with me, don't worry, but I want the day to be special too, so Mikey's finding out who you're actually friends with and we can I don't know... party?" God, he was such a fucking dork, it was unbelievable, especially considering my first impressions of this arsehole, but dorkiness aside, I really wasn't convinced by this at all.

"The whole point of teenage parties is fucking alcohol and and you know that, Gerard." I snapped at him, wondering if he'd ever understand the word 'no'.

"No alcohol, Frankie." He held out his pinky finger in a childish yet somehow meaningful gesture. "I promise. We can even have only fucking strawberry milkshake if you want."

I had to giggle at that, which pulled my lips up into a smile once again, leaving me with the strong and unbreakable truth that Gerard was impossible at times, and quite possibly, impossibility was the best medicine for those who are sick of the possible.

"Banana." I corrected him. "Banana milkshake."

"Banana milkshake it is, Frankie." He ruffled my hair, messing it up completely, but in all honesty, I couldn't care less. "Would've thought you'd be getting enough white liquid that day but-"

"Banana milkshake's fucking yellow, Gee."

"Pale yellowy white- cream!" He exclaimed some sort of gay art student with the mental age of a four year old, which seemed to be a pretty accurate description by my reckoning.

"I think maybe we should just go with like coca-cola or something..."

"Ah, but that's boring, Frankie-" He caught my eye and let out a sigh, giving up by my assumption. "A variety of soft drinks, hot beverages, and milkshakes, sir." He said in the worst snobby waiter impression to ever grace this planet with its presence, but at least he was complying with my requests regarding my own birthday party.

"I wouldn't trust Mikey with inviting people either." I noted, knowing Mikey, he'd probably invite everyone I'd grown to hate the most, and that annoying Pete guy - dear god.

"C'mon, the only person I know you're friends with is that music teacher dude."

"Gee, that's honestly just about it." I chuckled, relishing in the fact of just how sad I was, and enjoying it, because damn, it's cool to be uncool or something along the lines of that shit these days, isn't it?

"Nah, you're cute - you have girls swooning over you. Invite them." He seemed awfully insistent upon the first part, despite the truth of it all, and I knew Gerard had been out of school for quite a few years now, but he really seemed out of touch with high school.

"I don't, and even if I did, why the fuck would I invite them to a party at my boyfriend's house?" I pushed forward a valid and I thought obvious point.

Gerard shrugged, blowing out a puff of smoke in what was of course 'accidentally' in my direction. "I don't know - I'm up for a threesome."

"Oh, come on, you're gay as fuck." I ignored how uncomfortable the whole threesome idea made me for a moment, leaving myself in prayer that Gerard was joking for a moment more, but knowing Gerard, he probably wasn't.

"Fair point." He shrugged, seemingly utterly unfazed by whatever comment I threw in his direction, which was a quality I both hated and was painfully jealous of. "Bring some hot guys then."

"Gerard-"

"Shh, Frankie." He ran his fingers through my hair in a strangely affectionate manner. "I'm joking - we'll save threesomes for later."

"Gee..." I groaned, blushing a shade to match his hair, and burying my face in it.

"You're too innocent, Frankie." He grinned, the whole matter amusing him far too much for me not to find it amusing in return. "It's kinda really fucking cute."

"Ugh." I moaned, leaning back into his side. "You're an arsehole."

"Trust me, you'll love my arsehole."

And then, of course, I did not hesitate in slapping him - straight across the face and without warning, but all in good nature, of course.

"Fuck, Frank!" He let out a gasp, his cigarette dislodging from between his two fingers and tumbling to the ground. "Shit." He stumped it out with his heel before pulling his gaze back up to meet me with an exaggerated, but disgruntled nonetheless, expression.

"What the fuck was that for?"

I shrugged, failing to bite back a smirk before it spread across my lips without my consent. "You're a dickhead."

"That's mean." He pouted, smirking as he pulled the next few words from his lips, "and abusive. An abusive meany."

"Yeah, because when you tease me and flirt with me to the point I want to die and then tell me to fuck off for a month isn't abuse?" I rolled my eyes at him, settling my teeth into my lip in an unintentional manner.

"It's called foreplay, Frankie." He rummaged around in his pockets for what I presumed to be another cigarette, as with him, it always was, his lips dropping curses like bombs as he returned empty handed.

"Pretty extended foreplay in my opinion." I scoffed watching him with amusement as he practically molested himself as he patted himself down in search of a cigarette. I would have made some comment about how that should've been my job, but that sounded far too much like something Gerard would say.

"I like to be professional." He met my gaze, and then linked our fingers, pulling a gasp from my lips as the gesture took me by surprise. "What?" He let out with a giggle, pulling me closer to him. "Oh, come on! You're not that innocent, Frankie."

"We don't hold hands though often, do we?" I pointed out.

"Sorry, do you want to?" He blushed a horrible shade of red, matching his hair. "We can-"

"No, it's fine, Gerard... I just, why now?" I pondered further into his actions, simply curious and almost just a little enthused by the fact that I enjoyed watching him blush just a little too much.

"I'm usually smoking, you see-"

"So I'm the back up when you run out of cigarettes-"

"No, Frankie, it's not like that... I just need to be doing something with my hands... I don't know.." He sighed, his eyes drifting to the floor. "It's kind of a nervous twitch or something. Smoking's a good remedy... calms me down too."

"Doesn't do wonders for your lungs though." I pointed out in the least cynical manner I could muster.

"Who needs lungs anyway?" He grinned at me, pulling me closer to him and meeting my gaze. "Frankie, who needs lungs when you're here to take my breath away?"

And before I could make some comment regarding just how fucking cheesy that was, his lips were firmly pressed against mine, and that really did a good job of shutting me up, and satisfying me to a certain extent, not that I wouldn't argue that I had a valid contribution to make.

He ran his fingers up through my hair, pulling at the black locks and twirling them around his fingers as he latched onto my top lip, his hand raking down my back momentarily to pull me closer.

"Are your hands preoccupied now?" I asked, pulling away from his kiss and pushing myself up onto my tiptoes so I didn't look quite as short compared to him - it didn't work.

"Not quite enough, no." He smirked, latching his hands onto my hips, pushing me against the tree beside us and holding me to the tree with his left hand as he moved his right hand downwards to undo my zipper.

"Fuck, Gerard!" I moaned against his cold touch on my skin, and pushing aside the fact that we were very much in public and anyone, even The Killers could walk in right now, leaving me really very much fucked, but Gerard was stupidly attractive and I was stupidly honry, and right now just plain stupid.

"You forgot to wear boxers today." He noted, intrigued by my exposure of skin more than he was teasing me for it, I guess the gesture was in his favour after all.

"I'm s-"

"I wouldn't say 'forgot' though, would you?" He gripped me as he pushed my jeans down to my knees. "Slut." He smirked as he met my gaze as I writhed under his touch, only causing him to squeeze me again, but this time - tighter.

"Gee-"

"Shh." He placed a finger to my lips and barely managed to keep together as his grip around me began to continuously tighten. "You know what, Frankie? I think this deserves punishment."

Fuck.

"Gee?" My eyes widened, unsure as to what the hell he was planning, but it was Gerard so I knew right now that it really wasn't going to be good, but fuck, it was, it was going to be that kind of good.

"Get on your knees." He pushed me down without warning and with my jeans still lost half way down my legs and my semi painfully exposed in a fucking public woodland, but I think we were past that now.

"Gerard-"

He grabbed my hands and unzipped his jeans, placing my hands on his hips and met my gaze. "I'm sure a little slut like you can figure out what to do from here."

"I'm not a slut, Gee." I protested with reasoning I wasn't even sure of myself.

"You're my slut, Frankie." he smiled, somehow making dirty words sound pretty as he raked back my hair, keeping it away from my eyes.

"I'm yours." I agreed with a smile, pulling his jeans even further down his legs than mine were, leaving them to fall to his ankles. I didn't know why I did this; it was probably to save me some embarrassment if anyone decided to walk their dog in the woods today, leaving the embarrassment and exposure to be spilt.

I looked at him for a minute, almost mesmerised, before he grew impatient and grabbed my hand, placing it roughly around him. From then on, I took the initiative to pump him a little, running my fingers up and now his length, but the reality of why I was on my knees stayed very clear in the back of my mind, and as soon as he felt stiff in my grip, I latched my lips onto him, releasing a moan from his lips instantly, leaving me baring nothing but a painfully smug expression.

"Don't look quite so proud of yourself, Frankie. I'll be the one looking smug when I have you fucking leaking all over my sheets just because you can't keep it in no matter how hard you want to- and you know, Frankie? Every- ah..." He paused his words to let out a moan as my tongue accidentally slid over his slit. "Every time you leak before I let you come, I'm going to bend you over and spank you, because you're my little slut, Frankie." He pulled my chin up so our eyes met. "Understood?"

I didn't nod. I simply responded as I hollowed out my cheeks completely for him, gently digging my teeth down near his tip.

"Shit- Fuck... Fuck... Fuck." He pulled profanities from his lips as if they were made to do just that.

I pulled my lips away from him momentarily and met his eyes. "There's my fucking answer, Gee."

"I'm not sure what that means but I like it." He let between out of breath gasps, "Frankie, just get your fucking lips around me again or I'm going to come all over your pretty little face and that would really ruin it, honey."

And there was Gerard Way, probably about the only guy who could making putting your mouth around his cock sound endearing.

I obliged, of course, using my teeth as before and he was pulling away at my hair within seconds.

"Fuck- Frankie- Fuck-" His words were cut off as I squeezed him with my lips, and he let go, leaving me to try and swallow what I could, which didn't turn out as well as I had expected, managing to swallow a mouthful or so before I was gagging and pulled away, spitting him out onto the ground beside us.

"Oh, Frankie." He let out a sigh after he'd recovered, ruffling my hair where his come had splashed onto me as I pulled away. "You're a fucking mess."

"I don't care - it's a part of you, Gee." I told him in honesty, before I gestured downwards to the very problem of my own. "Your turn."

He chuckled, running his fingers down my length, pulling me up and shoving me against the tree as he pulled up and zipped up his jeans, leaving me with a throbbing erection, my jeans half way down my legs and come in my hair. Gerard was right - I really did look like a slut.

"Frankie, I bet you in three fucking touches you'll be coming everywhere all over my fingers like the little slut you are." He smirked, biting down on his lip as he again let the minuscule distance between us diminish.

"What if I'm not?" I grinned in response, challenging myself here.

"Frankie, that's highly fucking unlikely." He simply squeezed me until my eyes were rolling back in my sockets, pumped me a little and then dug in hard as he swiped his finger over my slit and fuck- he was right, holding his hands around me even as the white liquid leaked out all over his fingers.

"How...?" I breathed out.

He simply looked up at me with the world's biggest smirk laden across his face. "I'm a massive whore, Frankie."

"I gathered that." I mumbled in response as I pulled my jeans back up, but when I faced Gerard once more I watched him with raised eyebrows in confusion, because the fact that this guy was a little weird was granted, but-

"Gee, why are wiping my come in your hair?"

He let out a giggle. "It's only fair - now we match, and I don't want you looking like a slutty piece of trash without me."

"You're an attention whore." I noted. "And fucking crazy."

"I'd miss out the attention part."

"I wouldn't." I smirked and we jumped apart as the rustling of leaves metres away interrupted the already pretty lacklustre excuse for romantic, moment we were having, leaving panic to infect my bloodstream run through my veins as part of the blood itself.

"Just the wind, fuck." Gerard let out a sigh, running a hand back through his now come stained hair. It looked ridiculous, but so did I.

"We should really get into a bedroom."

"I do second that idea, but Mikey's bringing Alicia home tonight so I doubt now will be the best time to make an entrance with each other's come in our hair." I shrugged in response, after meeting his mother. "Seriously. I doubt Mikey will ever speak to you again."

Then an idea struck me - it was terrible but I went with it regardless, because by now, I had completely fallen into the trap of trusting Gerard.

"My dad's out for the week. We can go to mine."

"Frank-" He met me with widened eyes.

"It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

I pushed my lips up into a smile and grabbed his hand, "and now you tell me that I'm the innocent little one."

"There's nothing innocent about common sense, Frankie."

"Who needs common sense anyway?" I quoted him.

"Not lovers, for sure." He breathed out a sigh.

"A grip on the world ruins the weightlessness of it all. You can never get butterflies in your stomach if your feet never leave the ground. You can never give someone your heart if you don't keep it on your sleeve."

Hey guys:) I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, and I'd just like to say that I'm even really looking forward to writing the next one now, so I hope you'll be as excited for chapter 28 as I am haha;) If you liked this chapter, I'd love to see votes and comments;) Love you guys<3